I spoke to the women from the resources team and she said the quickest way of getting a place to live is renting somewhere. I have tried to get somewhere to rent in the past but everyone wants someone older and who earns more money. Plus the town I live in is so expensive. But it doesn't matter where I look there's always a list of things I need to do that I don't know how to do. I wish I could be strong enough just to end it all and die but it seems death is not in my cards just yet. When I stood on the edge of the bridge I asked God to clear the roads so I could jump off without hurting anymore else and the roads did not clear. When I was drunk and trying to get hit by cars, wandering on roads without looking every road was empty. I don't know if that was coincidence or if it was God's way of saying that I'm not meant to die but either way I'm still alive.

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My Journey To Normality (Part 1)
Short Story?This is a story based on true events about someone who is on their journey to recovery from mental illness. Their questioning of gender and sexuality. Going through relationships and break ups. Just an all about coming of age story of a person that...